Evening Pit Stop

My plush soles were buzzing after a long day of dashing around, so I figured it was time to find the ultimate recharging spot. I spotted a thick knit throw blanket that had tumbled off the sofa cushion down to the floor, forming a cozy hollow. Instead of blazing past it, I took a gentle leap, burrowed into the soft ribbed folds, and propped my head up on a wooden coaster nearby. Out here, with the quiet hum of the night, even resting feels like prepping for tomorrow's big sprint.